Sonnet XIII

By: Maddie Messmer (maddiemessmer)

Forests beckon fools and lovers the same,

 

hails to those in need with undying force,

 

its dark and woody scent is quite arcane

 

the midnight hour approaches with remorse.

 

 

Eyes look down silently while tear drops fall,

 

is this the only alternative now?

 

run along now and grab your hat and shawl.

 

Wait, whose idea was this anyway?

 

 

Shall we escape while the night is still new?

 

A mother and father silently weep

 

swiftly run as we bid them both adieu

 

the pain in their hearts is sincere and deep

 

 

Hearts lament for the loss of their sweet love

 

Hearts pine for the child they’re now devoid of.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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